K. Jayz - For-Real-La [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Verse 1 - K. Jayz]
Way too many niggas talking about they rap now
But if I were to really look at they background
They would have nothing to provide to hip hop
Except for making the ignorant music look hot
Now don’t get me wrong, I still listen to shit nowadays
But I’m still a bigger fan of “back-in-the-day”
Back when niggas was real, back when the niggas would kill
Back when no nigga would give a fuck if you used to chill
Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong generation
Cause I look at the old West Coast for inspiration
Snoop Doggy Dogg, 2Pac, Dr. Dre
N.W.A., let’s not forget MC Eiht
Now, let me know how many people can comprehend my intelligence
Other rappers just play pretend
If you tired of the radio, just follow me
Cause all those other rappers owe everybody apologies
Including me

[Wyclef]
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion

[Hook - Lauryn Hill]
Oooh La La La
It's the way that we rock when we're doing our thang
Oooh La La La
It's the natural LA that the Refugees Bring
Oooh La La La La La La Lalala La Laaah
Sweeeeet Thing

[Verse 3 - Lauryn Hill]
Yeah in saloons we drink Boone's and battle goons till high noon
Bust rap tunes on flat spoons, take no shorts like poom poom's
See hoochies pop coochies, for Gucci's and Lucci
Find me in my Mitsubishi, eatin' sushi, bumpin' Fugees
Hey Hey Hey
Try to take the crew and we don't play play
Say say say
Like Paul McCartney, not hardly
ODD-ly enough
I can see right through your bluff
Niggas huff and they puff but they can't handle us, WE BUST
Cause we fortified, I could never hide, seen "Cooley High"
Cried when Cochise died
I'm twisted, black-listed by some other negroes
Don't remove my Polos on the first episode
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You shouldn't diss refugees, and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You whole sound set's bootie , and
Ha Ha Ha Ha, You have to respect JERSEY, cause I'm superfly when
I'm super-high on the Fu-Gee-La

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Pras]
I sit 90 degrees underneath palm trees
Smokin' beedi as I burn my calories
Brooklyn roof tops become Brooklyn tee-pees
Who that be, enemies, wanna see the death of me
From Hawaii to Hawthorne, I run marathons, like
Buju Banton, I'm a true champion, like
Farakkhan reads his Daily Qu'ran it's a phenomenon
Lyrics fast like Ramadan

[Bridge x2 - Wyclef]
What's going on? Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side of Babylon trying to front like he's down with Mount Zion

[Hook x2]